The summoned bird was too late to stop, and the magician from the Magic God Sect staggered, lowering his gaze to the gaping hole in his chest.
The blood-stained Golden Crow Flying Dagger cheered as it pierced his heart, as if only at this moment did the weapon fully reveal its power.
After the advancement in realm, Zhao Douan experienced an earth-shattering enhancement in many techniques he previously mastered.
"Heh heh..." The White-headed Eagle's throat moved, and it collapsed to the ground with a thud, lifeless.
Meanwhile, the two Divine Chapter Realm magicians perished instantly upon confrontation, dealing a heavy blow to the rebel army's morale, which had been high!
Crushing!
Relentless crushing!
Magicians naturally feared close combat with martial artists, especially when there was a difference of one level. Zhao Douan was surprised to find that the people he'd considered skilled, and who had recently chased him in a wretched escape, were now as easy to kill as slicing vegetables.
"It's your turn now."
He smiled, looking at the hooded mystery operative leader wielding the Miao Blade in both hands.
Ouyang Ye's hair stood on end, and at that moment, he was convinced that Zhao Douan had entered the Worldly Realm.
But... how could that be? How long had it been since he advanced to the top-grade as per the intelligence? When did the Worldly Realm become so easy to step into?
Ouyang Ye's face turned pale in an instant, his palms sweaty, realizing his misjudgment. If faced with a Worldly Martial Artist capable of summoning the Divine, unless surrounded by an army of thousands, there would be no way to confront such a force head-on.
"Go!"
Without any hesitation, he let out dazzling blade light, in a crescent shape, slashing towards Zhao Douan!
At the same time, he frantically dashed towards the prison carriage!
He had a Teleportation Talisman, but he needed to buy some time to activate it. Moreover, he had to escape with the Empress!
"Stop him!"
Ouyang Ye shouted loudly, his eyes filled with madness. Sacrificing these cavalrymen would be enough to stall Zhao Douan for a moment.
Using this gap, he could escape with the Empress.
"Using such tactics before, do you think I'd be stupid enough not to guard against them?" Zhao Douan surveyed his fleeing back like a wild dog.
No one noticed that above, after killing Yao Shiniang, Pei Niannu, in her red bridal gown, was already suspended above Ouyang Ye's head.
At this moment, red threads extended from her body, entangling the mystery operative leader's hands and feet.
Everyone watched as Ouyang Ye was suddenly lifted into the air, like a marionette, bound by invisible forces.
"Milord, be careful!"
The soldiers around the prison carriage shouted warnings, but it was too late.
A low whistling blade light swept by, and Ouyang Ye, suspended in mid-air, had both legs severed at the root!
"Ah!"
The spy leader of Prince Jing Mansion let out a piercing scream, his face contorted, and the Miao Blade in his hand clattered to the ground.
Along with it were two severed arms cut by the flying dagger, and a corner of a purple talisman folded up in the palm of his left hand.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
Dozens of rebel soldiers, filled with terror, yet spurred by a fearless ferocity, shouted as one, raised their blades, and charged at Zhao Douan, who stood alone, yet as fearsome as a god or ghost.
Zhao Douan turned his wrist, and the Golden Crow Flying Dagger swiftly elongated, transforming into a short sword.
The Qi Mechanism rumbled within him, and he was enveloped in splendid rosy clouds, charging alone. Blood splattered, and cries of pain followed successively.
A moment later.
The last cavalryman stiffened, and with an unsteady stagger, fell along with his horse, everything quieted down.
Blood trickled continuously from the grooves of the short sword, dripping like a shower of plum blossoms on the ground.
The evening breeze gently blew, the bright moon hung high, and twilight faded.
Zhao Douan walked to the prison carriage, which abruptly broke into pieces. He raised his hand, cutting through the golden shackles with external force.
Xu Zhenguan sat quietly in the prison carriage, finally regaining her senses. She paid no attention to the bodies scattered on the ground and simply gazed at him calmly.
Her eyes carried joy, along with a hint of peculiar light.
"You..."
Zhao Douan displayed a brilliant smile, about to speak.
Suddenly, the Empress's expression changed dramatically, and she reached out to push him away sharply!
Behind them, among the corpses, Ouyang Ye, with all his limbs severed, suddenly lifted his head, opened his mouth, and spat out a silver phallic nail inscribed with runes!
Ouyang Ye had a maniacal smile on his face, a last resort that would severely wound Zhao Douan, unprepared as he was!
Zhao Douan staggered suddenly, grunted, and nearly fell onto the prison carriage.
The Empress's heart was thrown into chaos; she no longer cared about her composure and exclaimed in alarm, holding him as tears subtly welled in her eyes: "You..."
Yet the next second, the "severely injured" Zhao Douan suddenly chuckled, pulling himself together, standing upright: "I'm fine, why is Your Majesty crying?"
Xu Zhenguan paused, only then noticing the nail suspended in mid-air behind Zhao Douan, held between the fingers of the invisible Pei Niannu!
Pei Niannu flicked her wrist!
Ouyang Ye's smile froze on his face, as the nail pierced his brow, the light in his eyes utterly extinguished.